"Flyin' Down The Highway" lyrics

Well it's a Saturday night down in Dixie
Shots full of rhythm and whiskey
And what do ya know it's time to play
Grab your boots and jump off the tour bus
There's a rowdy crowd waiting on us
Somebody show me to the stage
Give me the mic and put me in the spot light
'Cause everybody came here to get right
And them blue collar boys just got paid

We'll be rockin till the break of day
Then flyin' on down the highway

We came to give you more for your money
Some southern rock and some outlaw country
And don't forget about my solid gold
That ol hundred round of crown has been took in
I got music like Momma's home cookin
Lord it just feels good in your soul
So turn it on and crank it up to twelve son
We're gonna kick like daddy's old pump gun
We're getting paid then we're gettin on down the road

We'll be rockin till the break of day
Then flyin on down the highway
We'll be rockin till the break of day
We'll be rockin till the break of day
Then flying on down the highway

Hey now mister bartender
A roughneck don't need a blender
Son pop a top on something cold
And grab a few for me and the fella's
And that gal in the sunshine yellow
With a thousand eyes that are out of control
And if she needs to get her another
Just later on down a dirt road brother
I'm gonna take her to a spot that nobody knows

Rock with her to the break of day
Then fly on down the highway
We'll be rockin till the break of day
We'll be rockin till the break of day
Then flyin on down the highway